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[mushiewrites]

hello frens. it’s been a while 😬

I was laying in bed earlier and a Very Clear scene started playing in my head, and even though I haven’t been super up for writing full blown fics lately, I knew I had to get this out. sooooo I opened up a google doc and just kind of rambled. there’s no formatting, no correct writing perspective throughout the whole thing, not a ficlet or a fic…it’s almost the way I answer asks? I don’t know. It’s a Concept for sure.

I didn’t really plan on sharing this, at least not any time soon, but @awkwardtickleetoo loved it so much ( :D ) and somehow convinced me to post it as is. so you can all thank him for being supportive, and you can all thank my brain for remaining completely unhinged to this very day <3 I hope u all enjoy!!!

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george laying in bed facedown, sapnap kneeling above him and leaning over to grip onto george’s triceps, pushing them into the mattress to hold them in place. dream straddles his hips, his hands resting against the back of george’s ribs

george is laughing already, pleading through his giggles as the ghost tickles completely take over. he swears he feels dreams fingers twitch and he shrieks. the other two laugh at him and his ears burn from the embarrassment. they tease him about how he hasn’t even been tickled yet and he’s acting this ridiculous. george can’t help it, his nerves feel like they’re on fire under dreams hands and he can’t think about anything else. even their voices sound like white noise to him. all he can think about is how bad it’s gonna tickle. until dream actually starts moving his fingers

he only squeezes twice but george is twisting his body like he’s in extreme pain, screaming out in ticklish agony as the other two watch in amusement. his reaction only further ignites their need to take george apart, and so dream decides to dig in before george can think to catch his breath. the noise he lets out makes sapnap jump back for a second, temporarily making him let go of george’s triceps and giving him the opportunity to reach back and grab onto dreams wrists. dream obviously isn’t having it and immediately breaks free, grabbing onto george’s wrists and crossing them against his lower back. this gives sapnap the opportunity to reach forward and slide his hands between george’s body and lower triceps, right where he’s most sensitive. george is kicking, screaming, pleading, and the boys are dying because sapnap hasn’t even done anything yet. he’s so dramatic and they tease him endlessly for it. they drag it out until george is practically begging sapnap to just fucking get it over with, so sapnap starts squeezing. george immediately regrets it.

this position is worse than the one he was in before somehow, probably because he’s So Close to blocking sapnap, but him pressing his arms tighter to his body is actually only keeping sapnaps hands locked there, and he absolutely Could Not lift his arms away from his body for even a second with sapnap tickling him like that. and dream makes sure he can’t anyway by pulling on them slightly to stretch george’s arms out a little more. george whines at that through his sobs. dream also decides he wants to join in on the fun, so he moves both of george’s wrists into one hand and uses the other to start squeezing above george’s right hip. this sends george into a fucking panic, kicking harder into the mattress and sending sheets flying onto the floor. sapnap starts using his thumbs to rub deep circles into the middle of george’s ribcage and george actually sees stars. his eyes are squeezed so tight there’s tears threatening to spill over, and he’s laughing so hard his chest feels like it might explode. he hears how frantic he sounds and he can’t believe the two of them are making him react like that. it just adds to the embarrassment of it all. sapnap points out how red his ears are, and they talk about how red george’s face must be as if he’s not suffering under both of them. every pinch of their fingers and scratch of their nails has him reeling further into a headspace he didn’t even know existed. he was embarrassed beyond belief and hyperaware of his reactions, but he couldn’t stop them- it tickled too fucking much to help it. somehow through everything though, he’d managed to keep his face relatively pressed into the blankets. dream and sapnap suddenly decide it’s time to change that.

so they flip him. with much protest from george obviously. it takes…a little bit of work, with george cursing them off, kicking and throwing weak punches, making dream and sapnap giggle. the threats quickly turn to begging, even bribing the two with money and expensive gifts. sapnap was almost persuaded, but ultimately decided he liked the toy he had already. george ended up on his back, his head in sapnap’s lap while his arms were trapped by his thighs. dream was on george’s waist, smirking down at him as george quickly realized he had nowhere to hide.

and i just need to take a second to just. think about george in this moment bc oh my goodness.

dream smirking down at him, with his hands fluttering inches over his tummy???? with sapnap’s thighs keeping his arms out to the side, leaving his body completely exposed? the feeling of dread flushes through george’s entire body, and his nerves are ten times more reactive because of it. his head is turned to the side with his eyes squeezed closed, but he can’t help but picture dreams hands hovering over his body anyway. i mean. they’re dreams hands. they’re gorgeous. and huge. and strong. and of course thinking about his hands only make him more nervous and giddy with all the anticipation, and he wants to open his eyes, but he Can’t. and they know he can’t. so they start telling him about how vulnerable he looks like this. how tickleable he is. george is giggling like crazy and refusing to say anything. he can’t. he is so far gone he has no idea what would even come out at this point. sapnap and dream know this too.

anyway anyway anyway.

sapnap reattaches his hands to george’s ribs, rubbing his fingertips harshly. he presses between each rib as he makes his way up under george’s arms, changing tactics by swirling his pointer fingers lightly there. and i guess that might’ve helped and might’ve let george catch his breath, but dream has other plans and decides to start tracing his fingers over george’s shirt. george’s laughter is immediately higher (i think that happens when they get his tummy sometimes tbh idk why) and of course they comment on it because Of Course they do. dream plays with the edge of george’s bellybutton and he loses it, twisting his body as much as he can. sapnap pretends to be annoyed and grips his hands around george’s ribcage, covering as much of it as he can, reaching the tips of his fingers around the back of it as his thumbs stayed over the fronts. george’s eyes fly open and he makes direct eye contact with sapnap, silently begging him not to. but sapnap takes one look at how pathetic george looks, how glassy his eyes are, and he knows george’s needs it - and even if he doesn’t, he needs to see what happens for himself.

so he digs in, rubbing all over his fingers over the middle of george’s ribcage with precision. sapnap somehow targets the weakest, most ticklish muscles between them, sending george into a wave of hysterical laughter. dream leans down and starts nibbling on the center of his lower tummy, on the soft, sensitive skin between his hips. somehow his noses brushes against the bottom of george’s bellybutton over and over and over as he does, his beard assisting in the maddening sensations. george squeezes his eyes shut so tightly he sees god.

[mushiewrites]

hello frens. it’s been a while 😬

I was laying in bed earlier and a Very Clear scene started playing in my head, and even though I haven’t been super up for writing full blown fics lately, I knew I had to get this out. sooooo I opened up a google doc and just kind of rambled. there’s no formatting, no correct writing perspective throughout the whole thing, not a ficlet or a fic…it’s almost the way I answer asks? I don’t know. It’s a Concept for sure.

I didn’t really plan on sharing this, at least not any time soon, but @awkwardtickleetoo loved it so much ( :D ) and somehow convinced me to post it as is. so you can all thank him for being supportive, and you can all thank my brain for remaining completely unhinged to this very day <3 I hope u all enjoy!!!

- - - -

george laying in bed facedown, sapnap kneeling above him and leaning over to grip onto george’s triceps, pushing them into the mattress to hold them in place. dream straddles his hips, his hands resting against the back of george’s ribs

george is laughing already, pleading through his giggles as the ghost tickles completely take over. he swears he feels dreams fingers twitch and he shrieks. the other two laugh at him and his ears burn from the embarrassment. they tease him about how he hasn’t even been tickled yet and he’s acting this ridiculous. george can’t help it, his nerves feel like they’re on fire under dreams hands and he can’t think about anything else. even their voices sound like white noise to him. all he can think about is how bad it’s gonna tickle. until dream actually starts moving his fingers

he only squeezes twice but george is twisting his body like he’s in extreme pain, screaming out in ticklish agony as the other two watch in amusement. his reaction only further ignites their need to take george apart, and so dream decides to dig in before george can think to catch his breath. the noise he lets out makes sapnap jump back for a second, temporarily making him let go of george’s triceps and giving him the opportunity to reach back and grab onto dreams wrists. dream obviously isn’t having it and immediately breaks free, grabbing onto george’s wrists and crossing them against his lower back. this gives sapnap the opportunity to reach forward and slide his hands between george’s body and lower triceps, right where he’s most sensitive. george is kicking, screaming, pleading, and the boys are dying because sapnap hasn’t even done anything yet. he’s so dramatic and they tease him endlessly for it. they drag it out until george is practically begging sapnap to just fucking get it over with, so sapnap starts squeezing. george immediately regrets it.

this position is worse than the one he was in before somehow, probably because he’s So Close to blocking sapnap, but him pressing his arms tighter to his body is actually only keeping sapnaps hands locked there, and he absolutely Could Not lift his arms away from his body for even a second with sapnap tickling him like that. and dream makes sure he can’t anyway by pulling on them slightly to stretch george’s arms out a little more. george whines at that through his sobs. dream also decides he wants to join in on the fun, so he moves both of george’s wrists into one hand and uses the other to start squeezing above george’s right hip. this sends george into a fucking panic, kicking harder into the mattress and sending sheets flying onto the floor. sapnap starts using his thumbs to rub deep circles into the middle of george’s ribcage and george actually sees stars. his eyes are squeezed so tight there’s tears threatening to spill over, and he’s laughing so hard his chest feels like it might explode. he hears how frantic he sounds and he can’t believe the two of them are making him react like that. it just adds to the embarrassment of it all. sapnap points out how red his ears are, and they talk about how red george’s face must be as if he’s not suffering under both of them. every pinch of their fingers and scratch of their nails has him reeling further into a headspace he didn’t even know existed. he was embarrassed beyond belief and hyperaware of his reactions, but he couldn’t stop them- it tickled too fucking much to help it. somehow through everything though, he’d managed to keep his face relatively pressed into the blankets. dream and sapnap suddenly decide it’s time to change that.

so they flip him. with much protest from george obviously. it takes…a little bit of work, with george cursing them off, kicking and throwing weak punches, making dream and sapnap giggle. the threats quickly turn to begging, even bribing the two with money and expensive gifts. sapnap was almost persuaded, but ultimately decided he liked the toy he had already. george ended up on his back, his head in sapnap’s lap while his arms were trapped by his thighs. dream was on george’s waist, smirking down at him as george quickly realized he had nowhere to hide.

and i just need to take a second to just. think about george in this moment bc oh my goodness.

dream smirking down at him, with his hands fluttering inches over his tummy???? with sapnap’s thighs keeping his arms out to the side, leaving his body completely exposed? the feeling of dread flushes through george’s entire body, and his nerves are ten times more reactive because of it. his head is turned to the side with his eyes squeezed closed, but he can’t help but picture dreams hands hovering over his body anyway. i mean. they’re dreams hands. they’re gorgeous. and huge. and strong. and of course thinking about his hands only make him more nervous and giddy with all the anticipation, and he wants to open his eyes, but he Can’t. and they know he can’t. so they start telling him about how vulnerable he looks like this. how tickleable he is. george is giggling like crazy and refusing to say anything. he can’t. he is so far gone he has no idea what would even come out at this point. sapnap and dream know this too.

anyway anyway anyway.

sapnap reattaches his hands to george’s ribs, rubbing his fingertips harshly. he presses between each rib as he makes his way up under george’s arms, changing tactics by swirling his pointer fingers lightly there. and i guess that might’ve helped and might’ve let george catch his breath, but dream has other plans and decides to start tracing his fingers over george’s shirt. george’s laughter is immediately higher (i think that happens when they get his tummy sometimes tbh idk why) and of course they comment on it because Of Course they do. dream plays with the edge of george’s bellybutton and he loses it, twisting his body as much as he can. sapnap pretends to be annoyed and grips his hands around george’s ribcage, covering as much of it as he can, reaching the tips of his fingers around the back of it as his thumbs stayed over the fronts. george’s eyes fly open and he makes direct eye contact with sapnap, silently begging him not to. but sapnap takes one look at how pathetic george looks, how glassy his eyes are, and he knows george’s needs it - and even if he doesn’t, he needs to see what happens for himself.

so he digs in, rubbing all over his fingers over the middle of george’s ribcage with precision. sapnap somehow targets the weakest, most ticklish muscles between them, sending george into a wave of hysterical laughter. dream leans down and starts nibbling on the center of his lower tummy, on the soft, sensitive skin between his hips. somehow his noses brushes against the bottom of george’s bellybutton over and over and over as he does, his beard assisting in the maddening sensations. george squeezes his eyes shut so tightly he sees god.

[mushiewrites]

Dream getting beat up ?? Guess I have to make this about tickling.

When George finds out, he thinks it’s the funniest thing in the world. Deep down, he feels bad for Dream’s poor wrist and really, he should take care of him. Instead, he follows Dream around the house and mocks him for ‘being a loser.’

George feels invincible since Dream is injured - upping his cockiness to 100 - until Dream snaps and looks George right in the eye, promising to count down the days till he can put his hand to good use… *ahem* payback. Thats when George knows he messed up.

Cue dynamic switch where Dream follows George around, detailing everything he wants to do once healed. George knows not to call Dreams bluff and that no amount of pleading/apologising is going to get him out. Theres nothing he can do but wait.

okii enjoy💗

oughhhh this is so good…….

bc at first, george WOULD be concerned. he’ll use any excuse to make fun of dream, obviously, but george does actually care about dream’s wellbeing, so when he walks into the kitchen and sees dream with a bruised arm and a wrist brace on, wincing in pain as he grabs a glass, his immediate reaction is to say “what the hell happened to you??” with furrowed eyebrows as he takes dream’s arm in his hand and gently turns it to get a better look. when dream says “sapnap happened. we were sparring and i landed on it wrong”, george looks up at him like he’s just given him the winning lottery numbers. the next few words go something like this:

“….sapnap did that?”

“yeah”

“….sapnap beat you at wrestling?”

“….yes.”

(cue george laughing like a maniac, and dream scoffing and shoving his shoulder with his still working hand)

george continues to mock him, of course, nearly falling over laughing every time the thought of sapnap beating dream re-enters his mind, telling him how that’s embarrassing, and sapnap is so much smaller than him, and “really, dream, i would understand if sapnap beat ME, but YOU? that’s– that’s ludicrous, that’s– oh my god”, going on and on for admittedly way longer than necessary

and dream lets him. until he doesn’t.

suddenly, there’s a huge, strong hand grabbing his arm, yanking him closer and holding him in place as he gasps, caught off guard by the movement, and he only has a few seconds to look down at dream’s hand before his injured one comes up to gently turn george’s head to look him in the eye

all his cockiness is gone in an instant, any words he had left to spit dying in his throat, eyes wide and heart beating as he saw the smirk on dreams face and the thrilled glint in his eyes

“are you done?” dream asks, voice low and powerful, and george swallows and pouts, annoyed that dream couldn’t just let him have his fun– and totally not freaking out about how easily dream knows how to take him down. ���don’t forget, georgie, i still have one working hand. and for how much smaller and weaker and easy to handle sapnap is to me, you’re just the same, probably even more so.”

“that- that’s not true–“

“yes it is, you know it is. i only have to keep this brace on for a week, george. maybe two at most. so just know i will be counting down each agonizing second until i can show you exactly how true it is.”

george was frozen. how is he even supposed to respond to that?

dream smiles, giggling to himself at george’s expression, before letting go of his arm and running his fingers through george’s wavy hair, pressing a quick kiss to cheek before practically skipping back to his office, leaving george utterly dumbfounded in the kitchen, blushing like an idiot

he thinks that’s the end of it. until the next morning.

he gets bored of sitting in his room, so he goes to sniff out one of his friends to sit in a room with them instead. he doesn’t find sapnap, which is annoying because his room is way closer than dream’s, but he does find dream in his office, working on the video they recorded a few days prior. he doesn’t have headphones on so he notices george pretty quickly, smiling sweetly and welcoming him in. george goes to take his usual spot on the small bed, but dream motions him over first, and when he follows, dream wraps an arm (his good arm) around his waist and pulls him close, resting his cheek against george’s tummy. george giggles, carding his fingers through dreams hair, and things stay calm like that for a while.

until dream says, “you here to let me play with you some more?”

no, he is not there for that. george, decidedly, is no longer going to be there at all

but when he goes to leave, dream’s arm tightens, and his hand grips george’s side hard and squeezes, his fingertips reaching the side of his tummy and his thumb positioned vertical against the bottom of his ribs. he can’t help but giggle, his free hand grabbing at dream’s while his other tightens in his hair, and he squirms as much as he can in the shockingly strong hold dream has on him. dream looks up at him, chuckling meanly, before muttering, “this is the spot i’m gonna get first when i take the brace off” as he presses his middle finger into george’s tummy– not enough to tickle, but enough to prove a point. george shakes his head through his nervous giggles, tilting his head back and squeezing his eyes shut so he doesn’t have to look at dream anymore, and dream laughs and pulls his arm away, pushing george towards the bed and telling him to, “go ahead, get cozy, idiot” before turning back to his computer

george does so, taking a few minutes to calm himself back down, but eventually he does settle into the bed, a blanket covering his legs and a pillow behind his head, content to watch dream work for a little while. he nearly falls asleep, if he’s being honest, so he forces himself to sit up and shuffle to the foot of the bed, sitting with his back against the wall and his legs out in front of him. dream notices the shift, turns to watch him rub his tired eyes and fix his hair, smiling fondly when he yawns. “sleepy?” he asks, and george hums and nods, pulling one knee up to rest his cheek on while dream leans back in his chair. his eyes trail down to george’s outstretched leg, and he notices that his foot is sticking out from the bottom of the blanket about 2 seconds before george does.

he turns his chair so his good hand can reach, and he grabs george’s ankle– quite forcefully, intending to be gentle but having to catch it before he pulls away. the position is a little awkward, to be fair, with dream’s arm crossed over his chest to hold on, but it doesn’t make george freak out any less, so he still gets the desired result anyway. george gasps, starts protesting and giggling in seconds, trying to free himself from dream’s grip once again to no avail.

“it’s so funny how bad this gets to you when i’m not even doing anything”

“shut up!”

“i couldn’t even tickle you if i tried right now, george”

“fuck off!!”

“maybe i’ll do this when i wreck you, i’ll just hold your ankle and not even tickle you. just to see how you react.”

“dream!!!!” george fights, finally twisting his leg free, pulling it back to curl his knees to his chest and hide his face between them. dream giggles, scoots his chair over to face george again, and reaches under the blanket to grab his ankle again. “STOP!” george squeals, but one look at dream’s face makes him stop in his tracks, the soft smile on his lips and kind look in his eyes making george betray every instinct to run.

“c’mon. i said i wouldn’t do anything until the brace is off. give me.” he said, and without much choice, george’s ankle is yanked back into dream’s grasp, but he stays true to his word. he doesn’t tickle george, in any way. he simply holds his ankle, rubs his thumb gently against the protruding bones, and asks what george wanted for lunch, which he then orders for delivery and refuses to let george pay.

george is going to lose his mind, he thinks.

the next few days go by the same way, multiple more instances of dream, for lack of a better term, fucking with his head in any tickling-related way he possibly can. george knows there’s no way out of this– he won’t call dream’s bluff, because he knows dream isn’t bluffing. he can’t apologize, he tried, dream only said he’d “make him sorry”, and he can’t say he’ll make it up to him, he tried that too, dream said he “has nothing to make up for” and he “only wants to tickle him”. he definitely can’t tell sapnap, because that would be even worse, sapnap would either carry out dream’s revenge himself or create some mental mind fuckery of his own to make george pay, so he has no other choice than just… to wait until it happens.

and then the day finally comes.

he wakes up one morning, about a week and a half after his fatal mistake, and he walks into the living room to see dream sitting on the couch.

dream, sitting on the couch, with two working hands, albeit one very bruised, with no wrist brace in sight.

he tries to run– more out of instinct than anything, he knows he won’t get away– but dream catches him humiliatingly fast, throwing him over his shoulder and dropping him down on the couch, hopping on top of him and giving him the payback he was so, so entitled to.

and dream made sure to stay true to every little thing he threatened george with. every single one.

[mushiewrites]

hehehe :3

youre the tumblr connoisseur and i need help with something! didnt someone write a fic about one of dteam being tickled in a burrito blanket cause george just said they got sent one of those!! i thought that was cool… maybe was a tumblrina delusion tho

it was not a delusion!!! it was indeed @mushiewrites who wrote this genius fic a few years ago :D

everyone give it another read if you haven’t in a while 🥰🥰

[mushiewrites]

to the anon who sent me questions - I will answer two of them, but this blog does Not post anything nsfw, so I won’t be answering the One and Only nsfw question from the post you managed to send me lmfao

[mushiewrites]

I genuinely just got so many butterflies thinking about this

hello frens. it’s been a while 😬

I was laying in bed earlier and a Very Clear scene started playing in my head, and even though I haven’t been super up for writing full blown fics lately, I knew I had to get this out. sooooo I opened up a google doc and just kind of rambled. there’s no formatting, no correct writing perspective throughout the whole thing, not a ficlet or a fic…it’s almost the way I answer asks? I don’t know. It’s a Concept for sure.

I didn’t really plan on sharing this, at least not any time soon, but @awkwardtickleetoo loved it so much ( :D ) and somehow convinced me to post it as is. so you can all thank him for being supportive, and you can all thank my brain for remaining completely unhinged to this very day <3 I hope u all enjoy!!!

- - - -

george laying in bed facedown, sapnap kneeling above him and leaning over to grip onto george’s triceps, pushing them into the mattress to hold them in place. dream straddles his hips, his hands resting against the back of george’s ribs

george is laughing already, pleading through his giggles as the ghost tickles completely take over. he swears he feels dreams fingers twitch and he shrieks. the other two laugh at him and his ears burn from the embarrassment. they tease him about how he hasn’t even been tickled yet and he’s acting this ridiculous. george can’t help it, his nerves feel like they’re on fire under dreams hands and he can’t think about anything else. even their voices sound like white noise to him. all he can think about is how bad it’s gonna tickle. until dream actually starts moving his fingers

he only squeezes twice but george is twisting his body like he’s in extreme pain, screaming out in ticklish agony as the other two watch in amusement. his reaction only further ignites their need to take george apart, and so dream decides to dig in before george can think to catch his breath. the noise he lets out makes sapnap jump back for a second, temporarily making him let go of george’s triceps and giving him the opportunity to reach back and grab onto dreams wrists. dream obviously isn’t having it and immediately breaks free, grabbing onto george’s wrists and crossing them against his lower back. this gives sapnap the opportunity to reach forward and slide his hands between george’s body and lower triceps, right where he’s most sensitive. george is kicking, screaming, pleading, and the boys are dying because sapnap hasn’t even done anything yet. he’s so dramatic and they tease him endlessly for it. they drag it out until george is practically begging sapnap to just fucking get it over with, so sapnap starts squeezing. george immediately regrets it.

this position is worse than the one he was in before somehow, probably because he’s So Close to blocking sapnap, but him pressing his arms tighter to his body is actually only keeping sapnaps hands locked there, and he absolutely Could Not lift his arms away from his body for even a second with sapnap tickling him like that. and dream makes sure he can’t anyway by pulling on them slightly to stretch george’s arms out a little more. george whines at that through his sobs. dream also decides he wants to join in on the fun, so he moves both of george’s wrists into one hand and uses the other to start squeezing above george’s right hip. this sends george into a fucking panic, kicking harder into the mattress and sending sheets flying onto the floor. sapnap starts using his thumbs to rub deep circles into the middle of george’s ribcage and george actually sees stars. his eyes are squeezed so tight there’s tears threatening to spill over, and he’s laughing so hard his chest feels like it might explode. he hears how frantic he sounds and he can’t believe the two of them are making him react like that. it just adds to the embarrassment of it all. sapnap points out how red his ears are, and they talk about how red george’s face must be as if he’s not suffering under both of them. every pinch of their fingers and scratch of their nails has him reeling further into a headspace he didn’t even know existed. he was embarrassed beyond belief and hyperaware of his reactions, but he couldn’t stop them- it tickled too fucking much to help it. somehow through everything though, he’d managed to keep his face relatively pressed into the blankets. dream and sapnap suddenly decide it’s time to change that.

so they flip him. with much protest from george obviously. it takes…a little bit of work, with george cursing them off, kicking and throwing weak punches, making dream and sapnap giggle. the threats quickly turn to begging, even bribing the two with money and expensive gifts. sapnap was almost persuaded, but ultimately decided he liked the toy he had already. george ended up on his back, his head in sapnap’s lap while his arms were trapped by his thighs. dream was on george’s waist, smirking down at him as george quickly realized he had nowhere to hide.

and i just need to take a second to just. think about george in this moment bc oh my goodness.

dream smirking down at him, with his hands fluttering inches over his tummy???? with sapnap’s thighs keeping his arms out to the side, leaving his body completely exposed? the feeling of dread flushes through george’s entire body, and his nerves are ten times more reactive because of it. his head is turned to the side with his eyes squeezed closed, but he can’t help but picture dreams hands hovering over his body anyway. i mean. they’re dreams hands. they’re gorgeous. and huge. and strong. and of course thinking about his hands only make him more nervous and giddy with all the anticipation, and he wants to open his eyes, but he Can’t. and they know he can’t. so they start telling him about how vulnerable he looks like this. how tickleable he is. george is giggling like crazy and refusing to say anything. he can’t. he is so far gone he has no idea what would even come out at this point. sapnap and dream know this too.

anyway anyway anyway.

sapnap reattaches his hands to george’s ribs, rubbing his fingertips harshly. he presses between each rib as he makes his way up under george’s arms, changing tactics by swirling his pointer fingers lightly there. and i guess that might’ve helped and might’ve let george catch his breath, but dream has other plans and decides to start tracing his fingers over george’s shirt. george’s laughter is immediately higher (i think that happens when they get his tummy sometimes tbh idk why) and of course they comment on it because Of Course they do. dream plays with the edge of george’s bellybutton and he loses it, twisting his body as much as he can. sapnap pretends to be annoyed and grips his hands around george’s ribcage, covering as much of it as he can, reaching the tips of his fingers around the back of it as his thumbs stayed over the fronts. george’s eyes fly open and he makes direct eye contact with sapnap, silently begging him not to. but sapnap takes one look at how pathetic george looks, how glassy his eyes are, and he knows george’s needs it - and even if he doesn’t, he needs to see what happens for himself.

so he digs in, rubbing all over his fingers over the middle of george’s ribcage with precision. sapnap somehow targets the weakest, most ticklish muscles between them, sending george into a wave of hysterical laughter. dream leans down and starts nibbling on the center of his lower tummy, on the soft, sensitive skin between his hips. somehow his noses brushes against the bottom of george’s bellybutton over and over and over as he does, his beard assisting in the maddening sensations. george squeezes his eyes shut so tightly he sees god.

[mushiewrites]

✨ the three-fic ask game ✨

for writers who, like me, can’t ever pick just one fic to answer questions with

1. which three fics occupy your top posts? Tell me a bit about the inspiration behind them!

2. if you could choose, which three fics would you put in your top posts? why?

3. which three fics best represent your views about love / relationships?

4. which three fics best represent the kinks / kind of sex you’re into?

5. which three fics do you think should have a sequel / prequel? what do you think should precede / follow it?

6. make a sampler plate! which three fics should a first-time reader of yours read first?

7. pick three fics that were a struggle to finish. why was it so difficult to write?

8. which three fics were the easiest to write? why?

9. oops - your entire fic repository has to be permanently deleted, but you can pick three to remain. which three fics are you saving and why?

10. which three fics were you most nervous to post? why?

11. which three fics of yours are under-appreciated (whatever that means to you!)? write something lovely about each of them!

12. pick three fics that feature the same trope. what do you like most about writing that trope, and / or how did you do that trope differently in each story?

13. which three fics did you enjoy writing the most?

14. which three of your own fics do you re-read all the time? why?

15. which three fics were sleeper hits?

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THAT WAS SOO ??😭 never feel less than amazing about anything ever again im so inlove with that conceptttt

ahhhhhhh thank you so so much! it's been scary not being able to write like I want to, it kind of feels like I lost the ability???? so I'm super glad u guys like my weird little rambly daydream concept <3

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hello frens. it’s been a while 😬

I was laying in bed earlier and a Very Clear scene started playing in my head, and even though I haven’t been super up for writing full blown fics lately, I knew I had to get this out. sooooo I opened up a google doc and just kind of rambled. there’s no formatting, no correct writing perspective throughout the whole thing, not a ficlet or a fic…it’s almost the way I answer asks? I don’t know. It’s a Concept for sure.

I didn’t really plan on sharing this, at least not any time soon, but @awkwardtickleetoo loved it so much ( :D ) and somehow convinced me to post it as is. so you can all thank him for being supportive, and you can all thank my brain for remaining completely unhinged to this very day <3 I hope u all enjoy!!!

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george laying in bed facedown, sapnap kneeling above him and leaning over to grip onto george’s triceps, pushing them into the mattress to hold them in place. dream straddles his hips, his hands resting against the back of george’s ribs

george is laughing already, pleading through his giggles as the ghost tickles completely take over. he swears he feels dreams fingers twitch and he shrieks. the other two laugh at him and his ears burn from the embarrassment. they tease him about how he hasn’t even been tickled yet and he’s acting this ridiculous. george can’t help it, his nerves feel like they’re on fire under dreams hands and he can’t think about anything else. even their voices sound like white noise to him. all he can think about is how bad it’s gonna tickle. until dream actually starts moving his fingers

he only squeezes twice but george is twisting his body like he’s in extreme pain, screaming out in ticklish agony as the other two watch in amusement. his reaction only further ignites their need to take george apart, and so dream decides to dig in before george can think to catch his breath. the noise he lets out makes sapnap jump back for a second, temporarily making him let go of george’s triceps and giving him the opportunity to reach back and grab onto dreams wrists. dream obviously isn’t having it and immediately breaks free, grabbing onto george’s wrists and crossing them against his lower back. this gives sapnap the opportunity to reach forward and slide his hands between george’s body and lower triceps, right where he’s most sensitive. george is kicking, screaming, pleading, and the boys are dying because sapnap hasn’t even done anything yet. he’s so dramatic and they tease him endlessly for it. they drag it out until george is practically begging sapnap to just fucking get it over with, so sapnap starts squeezing. george immediately regrets it.

this position is worse than the one he was in before somehow, probably because he’s So Close to blocking sapnap, but him pressing his arms tighter to his body is actually only keeping sapnaps hands locked there, and he absolutely Could Not lift his arms away from his body for even a second with sapnap tickling him like that. and dream makes sure he can’t anyway by pulling on them slightly to stretch george’s arms out a little more. george whines at that through his sobs. dream also decides he wants to join in on the fun, so he moves both of george’s wrists into one hand and uses the other to start squeezing above george’s right hip. this sends george into a fucking panic, kicking harder into the mattress and sending sheets flying onto the floor. sapnap starts using his thumbs to rub deep circles into the middle of george’s ribcage and george actually sees stars. his eyes are squeezed so tight there’s tears threatening to spill over, and he’s laughing so hard his chest feels like it might explode. he hears how frantic he sounds and he can’t believe the two of them are making him react like that. it just adds to the embarrassment of it all. sapnap points out how red his ears are, and they talk about how red george’s face must be as if he’s not suffering under both of them. every pinch of their fingers and scratch of their nails has him reeling further into a headspace he didn’t even know existed. he was embarrassed beyond belief and hyperaware of his reactions, but he couldn’t stop them- it tickled too fucking much to help it. somehow through everything though, he’d managed to keep his face relatively pressed into the blankets. dream and sapnap suddenly decide it’s time to change that.

so they flip him. with much protest from george obviously. it takes…a little bit of work, with george cursing them off, kicking and throwing weak punches, making dream and sapnap giggle. the threats quickly turn to begging, even bribing the two with money and expensive gifts. sapnap was almost persuaded, but ultimately decided he liked the toy he had already. george ended up on his back, his head in sapnap’s lap while his arms were trapped by his thighs. dream was on george’s waist, smirking down at him as george quickly realized he had nowhere to hide.

and i just need to take a second to just. think about george in this moment bc oh my goodness.

dream smirking down at him, with his hands fluttering inches over his tummy???? with sapnap’s thighs keeping his arms out to the side, leaving his body completely exposed? the feeling of dread flushes through george’s entire body, and his nerves are ten times more reactive because of it. his head is turned to the side with his eyes squeezed closed, but he can’t help but picture dreams hands hovering over his body anyway. i mean. they’re dreams hands. they’re gorgeous. and huge. and strong. and of course thinking about his hands only make him more nervous and giddy with all the anticipation, and he wants to open his eyes, but he Can’t. and they know he can’t. so they start telling him about how vulnerable he looks like this. how tickleable he is. george is giggling like crazy and refusing to say anything. he can’t. he is so far gone he has no idea what would even come out at this point. sapnap and dream know this too.

anyway anyway anyway.

sapnap reattaches his hands to george’s ribs, rubbing his fingertips harshly. he presses between each rib as he makes his way up under george’s arms, changing tactics by swirling his pointer fingers lightly there. and i guess that might’ve helped and might’ve let george catch his breath, but dream has other plans and decides to start tracing his fingers over george’s shirt. george’s laughter is immediately higher (i think that happens when they get his tummy sometimes tbh idk why) and of course they comment on it because Of Course they do. dream plays with the edge of george’s bellybutton and he loses it, twisting his body as much as he can. sapnap pretends to be annoyed and grips his hands around george’s ribcage, covering as much of it as he can, reaching the tips of his fingers around the back of it as his thumbs stayed over the fronts. george’s eyes fly open and he makes direct eye contact with sapnap, silently begging him not to. but sapnap takes one look at how pathetic george looks, how glassy his eyes are, and he knows george’s needs it - and even if he doesn’t, he needs to see what happens for himself.

so he digs in, rubbing all over his fingers over the middle of george’s ribcage with precision. sapnap somehow targets the weakest, most ticklish muscles between them, sending george into a wave of hysterical laughter. dream leans down and starts nibbling on the center of his lower tummy, on the soft, sensitive skin between his hips. somehow his noses brushes against the bottom of george’s bellybutton over and over and over as he does, his beard assisting in the maddening sensations. george squeezes his eyes shut so tightly he sees god.

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new vid has me thinking about invisible hunters tickling dream and all he can do is listen to them make fun of him

your mind…… genius…..

the worst part is, it’s dreams idea that causes it, which only makes it more embarrassing for him.

he’s hanging out with george, sapnap, and sam one day, trying to brainstorm new ideas for manhunt that would challenge him bc he’s rusty and needs good practice, and eventually he lands on, hey, what if you guys were invisible? and the other three think it’s actually a really good idea.

so they work out the logistics, they each take their time preparing and practicing, go through a few sparring sessions to freshen up skills that leave dream either devastatingly triumphant or embarrassingly bruised and breathless, and eventually the day comes to start the challenge.

it goes well at first, a few close calls and near misses, major feats and minor setbacks, but all in all, dream thinks he has the upper hand, and the others think he’s probably right.

until sapnap’s hand jabs into his side.

he’s not exactly proud of the noise he lets out. he can’t really describe it either, somewhere between a squeal and a yelp and a grunt, both startled and immediately defensive from the fight, and he doesn’t even realize what happened until a few seconds later, when he hears george ask a question he doesn’t register but can only assume it’s “what was that?” and he feels another jab from the other side.

he jumps and grunts again, swatting aimlessly at the air while he and sapnap continue to battle, more annoyed at the distraction than anything when he mutters a bitter “stop that.”

and then, suddenly, there are hands grabbing both his sides and squeezing, and he can hear sam giggling behind him when he squeals and curls his arms to his sides, abandoning the fight at the same time as sapnap. he squirms and yells, continued protests of “no, that’s not fair, we didn’t agree to that, get off me!” making their way through, and he drops his sword in favor of pushing at the invisible hands that he can barely find.

he expects sam to stop, to giggle and let them move on with the manhunt, but he is deeply mistaken, and after a few seconds he can’t help but succumb to the feeling, collapsing back into sam’s arms and losing his balance. sam catches him, though, and gently leads him to lay on the grass below them, where he immediately latches back onto dream’s tummy and scratches there instead.

okay, maybe he’s screwed.

especially when two more sets of invisible hands join in– one grabbing his hips, the other squeezing up and down his thighs. and even more so when he feels one of them settle on his shins, keeping his legs pinned down, and the other two each grab one arm to keep out of the way while their other hands continue their tickling.

yeah he’s definitely screwed.

“noho, wahahait– wahait!” he whines, squirming and pulling at his arms, completely disoriented by not being able to see any of his attackers. “how is thihis allohohowed?!” he hears a laugh– sapnap, on his left side, so he’s the one squeezing his hips– and tries to pry his arm away. sapnap doesn’t let him, obviously, and delivered a quick jab to his underarm to make him squeal and tighten his left arm.

“there’s no rules against it,” he hears george say, and he sounds the furthest away, so he assumes george is the one straddling his legs, which is confirmed when he squeezes just above dream’s knees, a spot he knows george is explicitly familiar with on him. sam giggles again, a sweet sound that would normally make dream giddy over causing, and the hand on his tummy continues softly scratching over his shirt, making dream giggle and shake his head, whining over not being able to curl his legs up.

“thihihis ihihisn’t fahahair!” he whines, hoping they might take some pity on him. “i cahan’t evehen see yohohou guhuhuys!”

“all’s fair in love and war, baby,” sam says, leaning down to give dream a soft kiss on his forehead, flustering him even more. “we’re gonna keep going until you say we win anyway”

“nohoho wahahay!”

“suit yourself, tickle boy” sapnap replies, pinching dream’s cheek before latching both hands onto his hips, squeezing and digging into the spot above his hip bones, cooing and giggling when dream’s squirming kicked up and his laughter turned frantic.

this goes on for a while, with dream squirming and swatting aimlessly at their invisible bodies, unable to see or properly assume where he was hitting, his preoccupied mind filled with teases of “aww, poor baby can’t escape the tickles :(“, or “dreammmm, where am iiiii, where am i going neeeext?!”, or “c’mon, dreamie, just admit we win, fair and square” which dream had some very colorful protests about.

eventually, though, dream gets too tired to continue, and he knows that even if they were to continue the manhunt he wouldn’t get much further anyway, his brain sluggish and sleepy and his body wracked with leftover shockwaves of tickles and laughter, so he admits, very very reluctantly, that “okahahahay! yohohou wihihin, plehehehease, i cahan’t tahake anymohohore :(((((“

they end the challenge, each hunter returning to full visibility, and then help a giggle-tipsy dream back to their base to get him some rest, piling into the decently sized but definitely not big enough for four grown men bed in dream’s house as soon as dream requested they cuddle with him to make up for how mean they were to him <33

and if dream mumbles, in his half asleep state, that he’s definitely going to make all three of them try the same challenge after he gets a rematch, well… they can all agree they didn’t hear that unless it happens, right?

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hellloooo!!! a prompt for your 100 followers!!! congrats again!! very deserved! very very much!! i reread your fics so much they’re 😵‍💫🤌🏼

prompt 20: “This is not what we agreed on!” with ler dream lee george (cc or c, don’t mind at all). possibly george wants something, and dream promises to give george the something but only if dream is allowed to tickle george first. except then dream somehow cheats (traps his arms, makes him hold his arms out, goes longer than the time, etc..) and george says the line

feel free to take your time, im in absolutely no rush ❤️/p you can do it last or in 8 months and i will not mind at all /gen

okay so maybe I got a little carried away with this one. maybe. maybe it ended up the length of a full fic. you can't prove anything /lh

anyway I really liked this one!! inspiration struck I guess lmao. I hope you like it too!!

20. "This is not what we agreed on!"

lee!george, ler!dream, 1.3k words

enjoy!

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"Dream."

"No."

"Dream!"

"I already told you no, George! Like, 6 billion times!"

"But– but I asked nicely."

"No, you most certainly did not."

"I said please!"

"Yeah, once, and then you called me an idiot for saying no right after!"

"Yeah, but… Dream, come on. Just edit the video."

"Oh my god, George."

"You know you'll do better than me anyway! You like editing way more, and it'll get done faster, and I'll stop bothering you."

"Until the next time we record and we have this exact same conversation again as soon as it's time to edit, just like we are now, and just like we have the last 3 times we've recorded a video for your channel."

The conversation came to a stand still, as George wasn't entirely sure how to respond. He knew Dream was right– they did go through this exact chain of events almost every month. It had happened enough to know neither of them were actually annoyed– actually they almost enjoyed the playful bickering that was bound to come when it was time for George to edit a video. Dream was the one to break the silence. 

"I'll edit the video," He caved, looking over at where George was laying on his back on Dream's own bed. George's eyes widened, obviously not expecting to get his way that quickly, and he smiled.

"That's awes–"

"On one condition." Dream cut him off, and George rolled his eyes. 

"Depends on what you want." 

Dream stood up from his seat at his desk, checking the progress on the export of his own video that was set to come out at the end of the week, before walking over and standing next to the bed.

"Let me tickle you," Dream said casually, and George's eyes widened.

"W-what?"

"For as long as I want. Or as long as you can stand it, whichever comes first. Do that, and I'll edit the video, no complaints."

George stared up at Dream, dumbfounded, face getting warmer by the second at the idea of willingly letting Dream tickle him. His brain was practically begging him to agree simply because of how much he dreaded the idea of sitting down and trying to edit.

"I… but…" George stammered, lost for words. He swallowed, looking over at the wall to his left to avoid making eye contact anymore. "As long as you want?"

"As long as I want."

"But you'll stop if it gets too much, right? Or-or at least slow down." 

"Absolutely. It's no fun if you're miserable." Dream smiled warmly reaching out to poke at George's hip bone. "What's it gonna be, Georgie? You gonna let me tickle you silly or are you gonna go edit your own video?"

George whined, both at the ultimatum and the prodding, shifting to lay on his side and bury his head in one of Dream's pillows, pressing it tight to his face with his arms.

"Fine." 

"Hm?"

"Fine! I'll let you do it."

"Sorry, what? I can't quite hear you."

"Dream!" Dream laughed loudly at George's flustered exclamation, before tilting George to lay on his back again and jumping onto the bed to straddle his thighs. George groaned, covering his face with his hands once he was pulled from his pillow, but Dream grabbed his wrists and pulled his arms out to the sides. 

"Keep them here," he said, pushing on George's wrists slightly to signify what he meant before letting go. 

"No! That's not fair!" Against his words, George's arms immediately retreated back to his body, and he repeated the action of pulling them out and pinning them as George protested.

"I want you to keep your arms here."

"This is not what we agreed on!"

"Too bad! Now leave them." He pushed on George's arms slightly harder, and this time they stayed in place when he pulled back, despite how much he obviously wanted to move them.

"I can't do this the whole time, Dream," George explained nervously, hands instinctively grabbing onto the comforter below him.

"Why don't you just try? I won't be mad if you can't. But try your best."

George couldn't help but just sigh at the words, butterflies fluttering in his tummy as his brain processed what was about to happen. 

"This sucks," George complained, closing his eyes as he felt Dream rest his hands on the bed on either side of his torso.

"You'll be okay," Dream reassured, inching his hands closer until they touched George's ribs.

"You suck."

"Oh?" Dream raised his eyebrows, testing him, placing his hands on George's ribs and curling his fingers around. He tapped his fingertips on the bones under his grip, thumbs pressing lightly into the front, making his presence known. George's breath hitched, and he pressed his lips together and tensed in place. "Really? You wanna stick by that?"

"Y-yeah, I do–" George was cut off by a squeak as Dream's long fingers dug into his ribs once.

"You sure, Georgie?" Dream teased further, pressing his thumbs harder and rubbing circles into his ribs bones. George let his head tilt back into the pillow, nodding. "Alright. Your funeral."

With that, Dream pushed his hands up and wiggled his fingers into George's upper ribs, underneath his armpits. George's reaction was instantaneous, and his arms immediately clamped against his sides without a second thought, as he burst into loud, cackling laughter. Dream smiled, pulling his hands out to grab George's left arm in one hand, dragging his wrist out to its original outstretched position. and pinning it there with his own left hand. 

"I told you to keep your arms out," Dream explained, using his free hand to repeat the motion on George's now vulnerable underarm. George laughed even louder, nose scrunching up and eyes squeezing closed. His pinned arm pushed against Dream's hold as he shook his head wildly, meaning up his hair in the process and using his free hand to push at Dream's arm.

"Dohohon't!" George giggled, all strength leaving him as the tickling progressed. Dream gently pressed both George's wrists down again, pulling his hands back.

"Fine, I'll be gentle, but you keep those there or I'm absolutely ruthless, got it?" George couldn't help but giggle and nod his head in response, his elbows bending slightly so he could grab the corners of the pillowcase underneath his head, but otherwise keeping his arms out to the sides. "That's better," Dream said as he gently raked his nails up and down George's sides, traveling up the sides of his neck and down to the sliver of skin that was exposed from where his shirt had ridden up. He flinched and jumped the whole while, arms twitching with the urge to protect himself and butterflies moving from his tummy to his chest and back again depending on where Dream's fingers went.

"Thihis– thihihis ihis tohortuhure–" George hiccuped through his words, taking a chance and looking up at Dream, who only looked down at him condescendingly.

"Oh, you poor, sweet angel," Dream said, tilting his head to the side, causing George to giggle. He rested his hands on George's sides before continuing. "I can show you torture."

Before George could even process the words, Dream's lips were pressed against the soft, warm skin of his tummy, and there was a massive raspberry pressed right into his torso. 

"N-NAHAHA DREHEHEHEAM!" He practically screamed in laughter, his arms immediately shooting down, tangling one hand in the back of Dream's hair and pushing at his shoulder with the other one.

They spent a majority of the afternoon like that, George howling out laughter and Dream causing said laughter, but George knew he wouldn't have done anything different when he woke up 2 days later to a message from Dream, containing the link to a video file and a caption that read 'final cut, lmk what u think :)' that made him smile wider than ever.

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If you’re willing to write for the Dream team, could you please maybe write them coming across a pale garden for the first time, and the Creakings are more tickle-coded? 😁

Tickle Coded

The Dream Team devise a plan to get a creaking heart. All they have to do is keep an eye on the creaking coming towards them. Can't be that hard, right?

The Dream Team’s explorations could range between carefully planned out trips to spontaneous adventures. The latter meant them walking for miles barely keeping track of where they were going until they came across something interesting.

It was coming to sundown when they saw the grey leaves in the distance and they rushed with excited glee into the pale gardens. The flowers began to bloom their haunting orange colour and Dream decided there that he wanted a creaking heart.

“It’ll spawn soon so just keep an eye out.” Dream planned, his eyes scanning the treeline for the orange eyes. The forest was so dense it blocked out what little light their was from the moon. George bought out torches but Dream said to keep them unlit. It was better to see the eyes in the dark.

Eventually they saw it. A monster mob of treebark and creaking limps. The creaking was frozen mid-step as the three saw it. Dream catching sight of it first as it just stopped moving.

“There! Keep watching it while I find it’s heart.”

“Hurry up.” George called. He had build himself higher up in some attempt to keep safe. “It’s freaking me out.”

With George and Sapnap watching it, Dream quickly ran to the mob’s side an gave it a small punch. He saw the orange beam shoot to a tree close to George.

“Perfect! You get it George and we’ll leave.”

“Finally.” George mumbled and built his way over to the tree.

Sapnap kept his eye on the creaking still. Dream technically did as well but his eyes wandered when he saw movement in the trees. He turned around, stepping away from the grey monster and just happened to catch another creaking spawn behind Sapnap. Though as soon as Dream spotted it, it was frozen.

“There’s one behind you!” Dream called in warning, but the surprise made his voice seemed more panicked. And so Sapnap panicked.

“Where?!” Sapnap turned his head.

“Sapnap don’t!”

The sound of groaning trees started behind and Dream quickly whipped his head round to come face to face with the creaking. Three orange eyes staring unfeeling to Dream’s.

Dream yelped and fell back, but he kept his eyes on the mob. This time he caught it mid attack. It’s arms stretched out. It’s claws out, inches from Dream’s skin. No doubt about to rip him apart.

“Fuck! It’s close!” Sapnap shouted and Dream almost turned his head but stopped himself. If he looked away, he’d be a goner.

“What are you two doing?!” George shouted over from the tree. “How did you two fuck that up? You just had to look at them.”

“Sapnap looked away from mine.” Dream defended himself. He didn’t expect how strong the urge was to look away from the creaking but the sight of the mob was...unpleasant.

“You made me panic!” Sapnap defended. “George. Look at the one by me. Then I’ll look at Dream’s then Dream can watch mines again.”

Dream had to trust the plan was working, he just had to wait for Sapnap’s all clear. His eyes were straining, trying not to blink so often but of course the more he thought about it, the more his eyes wanted to blink.

The signal from Sapnap never came. Instead Dream heard George shriek. “There’s another one!”

“George you idiot!”

Panic made Dream look. He half turned his head, just managing to see that there was a third creaking slowly making it’s way between the trees towards George. And that the creaking by Sapnap was about to strike until Sapnap and Dream’s eyes were on it.

But then no-one was watching Dream’s creaking.

Realising far too late, Dream felt the claws on him and braced himself to be torn and shredded. But the claws didn’t attack him. They tickled him.

“GAHAHaaahahaha! Wh-WhahahahaAAAHAHA!”

The creakings claws settled over Dream’s stomach and sides and began scribbling in, through the fabric of Dream’s hoodie which didn’t seem to be protecting him much. The claws worked, up Dream’s ribs and back down to his side, his stomach and his hips.

“Waaahahat whaaaat ihis hahahahppening!” Dream yelped. He struggled and kicked to no avail of escape. The creaking was all encompassing, and any time Dream tried to open his eyes, the claws would get a good spot right by his belly and he’d squeeze them shut again.

“Is it... Is it tickling you?!” Sapnap asked but then Dream heard a scream from the black-haired demon and suddenly Sapnap started laughing as well.

“OoohOHhOHhooohohoho! Nohot! N-Nohohot thehehehere! A-Ahanywhere but thehehere!”

Dream imagined the creaking got at Sapnap’s back. Or his hips. His speculation didn’t last though as the creaking focused in on his stomach and Dream’s only thought was his own survival.

Not a lot was known about the creaking but Dream knew for certain it was not a mob that tickled it’s victims to death. Yet the creaking tickling him seemed like a seasoned professional at it. It took note of all the sensitive spots to make Dream scream, but never stayed at them for too long so his body wouldn’t be used to it.

Dream’s arms and legs were free to move about but it didn’t help him much to escape. Creakings limbs were long, so there was no body to push away, and Dream didn’t have the strength to pry the tickling claws from him.

“What do I do?!” George yelped over the laughter and Dream imagined he was staring down his own creaking, and having to listen to the torture that would await him.

“H-Heehelp uhus!” Dream yipped desperately. He managed to get a somewhat good kick on the creaking’s arm and he turned slightly, but when the claw returned it was just renewed tickling on his stomach and his back. “NO! No please! Pleeeehehease! I’ll... Ihihi’ll dieeeee!”

“I can outrun it!” George shouted. “I’ll get away and come back over the top of the trees!”

“Don’t!” Sapnap screamed. “Dohohon’t you dare!”

“I can help either of you with this thing coming closer! I can-EEK!”

And George was caught. Dream could hear him screeching with laughter and the last chance of escape was gone.

The thought of being tickled for eternity by this monster kicked some last attempt into Dream. Literally. Using what little strength he had, Dream pushed his hips up and kicked out his leg. He felt it connect to the creaking’s body and managed to push just enough to get the claws off him. For the split second, of untickled freedom, Dream forced his eyes open.

The creaking froze. It’s claws just inches from Dream’s skin but it couldn’t move.

Sapnap and George still screamed with laughter, but Dream was just trying to get his breath and slowly crawling back to put distance between himself and the monster. He kept his eyes constantly on it, but he saw something just past the creaking.

He worried it was another one, and there was no way the three of them could handle four tickling creakings, but what Dream saw was in the trees. It lounged on the branch, watching the chaos below with a passive amusement. It saw Dream watch them, then brought its pale hand forward, with a little wave.

“Hello little champion...”

“H-HD?!”

Dream glanced just a second towards GeorgeHD, lounging in the tree and the creaking launched. Dream screamed, quickly looking back just before those claws touched his skin.

“Careful~” HD hummed. “You don’t want to be caught like George and Sapnap.”

“HEHEDEEHEHE!” George screamed between his laughter. “Stohohop thehem!”

HD rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers. The three creaking disappeared into thin air. Dream let out a sigh of relief, letting himself fall back to lie on the forest floor. Sapnap and George joined him, falling to the ground though they were still giggling.

“Yous should be thanking me they were just tickling you.” HD dropped from the tree, his robes flowing around him like dark clouds. “You’re lucky I was close by and heard your screams. Those creaking would have torn you apart.”

“We...could fight them.” Sapnap panted. “I’d rather that than be tickled like that again... Fuck...”

“You were fine.” HD made his way to George and pulled him up. “I was watching the whole time. But maybe you can think about just how much trouble you all would have been in if I wasn’t here on your walk home.”

“You’re going to make us walk home?!” Dream gasped. “After that?!”

“But... But...” George’s voice turned to a soft whine, and he looked to his brother with the widest puppy eyes. “But I’m tired and-and sore from laughing and we’re hours from home.”

HD tilted their head. “Awwww.” They replied in a mock of sympathy. “Well you can just stay here for the night and hope the creaking don’t come back.”

The Dream Team gave a look between them, still trying to decide if the Overworld God was serious.

“Actually,” HD said, “you better start that walk now. I only teleported those creaking a few feet away. And my spell of tickling instead of killing doesn’t last forever.”

Okay he was serious. They were tired and sore, but the team picked themselves up and started making the trip back. They quickly left the pale gardens and walked about an hour more before they decided to set up camp in the dark oak forest to sleep for a couple hours and make the trip back.

HD followed them every step of the way. He watched them silently as they quickly build a shelter and they went to sleep on the hard ground.

They only planned to sleep for a couple of hours, but Dream woke up after what felt like a deep sleep. He was groggy and his vision blurred from sleep as he looked around. Instead of the ground, they were now lying on pillows as soft as clouds. Fluffy blankets kept them warm and Dream blinked a few times to look around.

GeorgeHD lay in the blankets and pillows. George was curled up at his side as HD pet over his hair. Dream tried to speak but his voice wouldn’t come. He was so tired and eyes so heavy. Wasn’t helped as HD reached over and pet over his hair. He hushed him softly and Dream fell back asleep.

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The Short(s) Struggle

Saw some pictures from tonight’s stream of Sapnap…I couldn’t stop screaming about his thighs and so this idea formed in my brain. (based on THIS LOOK from the clothing haul on stream today 😵‍💫)

Sapnap buys a pair of shorts and shows them on stream. This attracts the attention of two mischievous boys with a hunger for laughter

(lee!Sapnap / ler!Dream / ler!George : 1.5K words)

When Sapnap decided to randomly stream and do a clothing haul while in LA he had NEVER expected the night to turn out this way.

His chest had a slight burn from how hard he’d been laughing, his face matching in temperature as his skin turned a dark shade of pink. The pitch of his laughter was higher than he’d ever heard before, evident that Sapnap hadn’t felt something so intense. As much as he wanted to move, run away, kick, ANYTHING - he couldn’t. Two pairs of arms were keeping him in place, essentially immobile from the waist down.

When Sapnap started the stream, he never expected that a pair of short shorts would result in him being held down and tickled to hell and back on his thighs.

“P-Plehease! Whihihy mehehe?!” The youngest boy cried out between his cackles, twisting his upper body against the couch cushions as the two older boys captured a leg each. Dream and George both sat on the edge of the couch, Sapnap situated behind them. They each had one of his thighs in each of their laps, one of their legs under each shin and the other leg on top of the shin to hold him in place. It seemed to be working, as Sapnap had been stuck in this predicament for a while now.

“You can’t just wear stuff like this and expect us not to exploit it.” Dream replied casually as if his hand wasn’t wrapped around Sapnap’s inner thigh perfectly, squeezing and kneading and tickling away while the smaller boy struggled behind him. He had given up trying to break free, opting to throw himself onto his back and bang his fists against the couch instead. The heat in his face felt as if a fire had ignited under his skin, each squeeze into his sensitive thigh muscles shooting sparks throughout his body.

“Yeah, only idiots do that.” George answered just as casually, making Dream break from a smirk to a wide grin at the older boy matching his tone. The older boy was using both hands, squeezing at the inner and tops of Sapnap’s right thigh in a way that George knew would drive him crazy.

They giggled between each other as Sapnap shrieked through his laughter, one of the two apparently hitting an extremely sensitive spot on his inner thigh. Dream and George made eye contact before slowly both turning back towards the heap of giggles panting behind them. Sapnap sensed their gaze on him and decided to slowly crack one of his eyes open, slapping his hands over his face in embarrassment as his fears were confirmed. They were focused completely on him, watching every squirm and twitch while also hearing every laugh and squeal he makes; it was almost unbearable. Almost.

“I dihihidn’t knohohow!” Sapnap was saying anything he thought they’d want to hear at this point, not fully understanding the crime he committed by wearing a certain pair of shorts but deciding to play into it anyway in the hopes that they’d stop.

He was sadly mistaken.

The silence that followed seemed to last an eternity to Sapnap, whose legs began to shake from the anticipation. When he felt the giggles bubbling up his throat he moved his hands to see what the older two were doing, again met with the same wide smirks they had been wearing the last time he took a peak. The blonde chuckled at his outburst, shaking his head slightly while readjusting his grip on Sapnap’s left thigh. George rolled his eyes at Dream’s fondness, turning his attention back to the squirmy boy in his grip.

“Well. Now you do!” George giggled menacingly with a shrug, moving a hand down to squeeze the muscle right above his knees. Sapnap let out a high pitched squeal that bounced off the high ceilings of the airbnb, bucking his hips up uncontrollably.

His eyes twisted shut so tightly that he saw colors bursting behind his eyelids, thrashing his head back and forth blindly. Sapnap didn’t know what to do with himself. He knew his thighs were sensitive but he’d always been able to escape during an ambush - being so immobile took the tickling from torment to torture. Sapnap heard Dream giggle before feeling the hands on his left thigh resume their squeezing, this time moving up to the top of his inner thigh all the way down to his knees - sometimes wiggling his fingers behind them just because he can.

But that, unfortunately for Sapnap, got a bigger reaction than Dream had expected. It also caught George’s attention, and before he even had the chance to plead there were nails wiggling behind each knee, making him wiggle his feet and slap his hands against the couch again in protest. His head was thrown back against the cushions below him as he continued to laugh hysterically, his black Balenciaga hat long gone in his struggle.

“PLEHEHEASE, D-DREHEHEAM ST- NAHA, PLEASE!” The youngest streamer wasn’t dumb - he knew he’d get nowhere pleading with George. But Sapnap knew that Dream was protective over him, and he was a lot easier to break than the older boy was. “I- I CAHAN’T BREHEHEATHE!”

Dream rolled his eyes at the dramatics but slowed his movements anyway, observing that Sapnap was close to being all tickled out. The brunette was no longer struggling, just gripping his hands into his shirt as something to cling onto as he laughed himself silly. George went back to squeezing over his knee, moving to do the jellyfish technique with his fingers over the kneecap itself. This caused Sapnap to break out into high pitched giggles, blushing at the sound of his own laughter and flinging his hands up to cover his face once more.

“Nuh uh, you’re not gonna block your cute little scrunchy nose laugh from us. No way, not happening!” A second later he heard a shuffle of blankets and felt a large hand engulf both of his, scooping them up almost effortlessly and pressing them against his chest while Sapnap let out little giggly protests. When he opened his eyes he realized Dream was now much closer, kneeling next to him and allowing his left leg to be free. George continued to spread out his fingers and close them together against the sensitive skin of his knee, making Sapnap continue his little squeaks and squeals.

“Plehehease, Dreheam, I cahan’t anymohohore!” The plea was finally accepted when Dream leaned forward and tapped George on his arm a minute later, causing him to pause his movements against Sapnap’s knee.

Sapnap flexed his fingers as he continued to giggle at the tingly feeling flowing throughout his body, wrists still held together in Dream’s hand. The blonde noticed the movement and let them go, resting them against the boy’s chest before leaning forward to run a hand through the messy curls to assist in soothing him.

“Don’t worry idiot, we’re done.” Sapnap recognized that George was also closer than he was before, realizing that he could finally move both of his legs freely. The smaller boy groaned as he wiped his hands down his cheeks, attempting to push the color from his cheeks as he looked up at the two boys sitting on either side of his torso. They were both smiling down at him which only proved to make his cheeks even more pigmented, this time spreading the heat to the tips of his ears.

“Thahahat wasn’t even fair. I didn’t even do anything! What the hell?!” Dream and George continued to giggle at Sapnap’s complaints as he slowly sat up, pulling both knees into his chest and wrapping his hands around his shins as if he was trying to shield his legs from a second attack. He glared the hardest he could through the leftover giggles at his two best friends, trying his hardest to sound annoyed but failing miserably.

“Listen, you were the one who bought short-shorts to provoke us to attack your extremely ticklish thighs.” Sapnap opened his mouth to protest, outraged at the accusation Dream suggested. However, he was stopped by a palm pressing over his mouth, feeling the larger boy curl up into his side with a quiet giggle.

“MMNNN NNH!” His eyes were looking up at George, who was also getting into a comfy position and pressing himself into Sapnap’s side as well. Dream chuckled at that too, his laugh vibrating through his chest and into Sapnap’s shoulder.

“Oh be quiet, you know you loved it,” George rolled his eyes at the younger boy as he closed his eyes, burying his face into Sapnap’s neck. “Just shut up and nap, idiot.”

And so he did, with Dream’s palm still draped against his lips.

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Summer Afternoons

the final day of lee!George week....I can't believe this is over already omg. I just wanna thank everyone who participated or encouraged those of us who did, it honestly means so much to me ): ur all adorable and this was so much fun to do ): Anyway, today was a free day, and I chose to do a concept from the lovely @wishitweresummer (found here!) - it was originally lee!dream but Im insane and throw george in any situation so, yeah. This has been in my head every single day since the day summer posted it so.....I hope you enjoy! (also, remember to use the # "mushies lee!George week" if you participate! thank u!)

I also wanna mention - even though this is the last day of lee!George week, feel free to come back and do these prompts whenever you'd like! (and still use the hashtag so I can see as well!)

day 7 - free day! / prompts found here!

(lee!George / ler!Dream / ler!Sapnap : 2.5K words)

“George? Dream?” 

There was a soft knocking sound coming from outside of the room, followed by the twist of a doorknob and the creek of the door slowly being pushed open. George stretched his arms out, moving to bring them up to rub at his eyes but finding he only had movement in his right arm. He opened his eyes sleepily to see Dream curled up beside him, his left arm under the blonde’s head acting as a pillow as he continued to nap peacefully. He turned his attention to the sound of the door shutting, seeing Sapnap walking towards the bed, moving quietly and being careful to not wake Dream. 

“Hm?” The older boy mumbled, stretching his free arm above his head with a soft groan as he arched his back towards the ceiling until his body was shaking slightly. He let himself drop back down against the bed, moving a little closer to Dream to cuddle into him tighter. George turned his attention back to the younger boy standing at the side of his bed, watching his knees hit the side of the mattress every few seconds as he swayed back and forth on his feet. 

“I didn’t know where you guys went. I checked your room, and when you weren’t there I just figured I’d look here. What are you doing?” Sapnap spoke in a whisper, not wanting to disrupt the comfortable softness surrounding them. George rolled his shoulders back a few times and leaned his head to the side, wincing as it popped loudly before doing the same to the opposite side. He yawned and grabbed at Sapnap’s left hand, pulling lightly and giving him a gentle smile.

“Napping. Cuddling. Come here, please?” 

Sapnap giggled at the request, rolling his eyes with a fake sigh before climbing up onto Dream’s bed with the older two. He settled himself into George’s right side, laying his head over the brunette’s arm to mirror Dream. The younger boy threw his arm over George’s torso, letting the tips of his fingers land over Dream’s forearm. He ran his fingers up and down the skin a few times, biting his lip with a smile when the blonde let out a small squeak and the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile. Sapnap withdrew his hand so he didn’t accidentally wake him with his movements, not wanting to interrupt any rest Dream was able to squeeze into his busy schedule. 

“How long have you guys been napping?” Sapnap asked, closing his eyes with a smile as George knocked the hat off of his head and began carding his hand through the curls beneath it. The younger boy nuzzled himself into George’s neck, smiling against it when he felt George start to squirm slightly, feeling the elder’s cheek press against his forehead as his smile grew wider with an attempt to hold in the giggles that threatened to spill out at any second. 

“Whahat time is it?” George replied with a giggle as he squirmed slightly further towards Dream, trying to subtly escape Sapnap’s beard from scraping against the curve where his shoulder and neck connected. 

“Uh, it’s….not even one yet.” The younger boy fished his phone from out of his pocket, checking the time and then locking it before setting it on the bedside table to his right. George hummed in acknowledgement, furrowing his brows together as he thought about when they had first gone to Dream’s room to lay down.

“I’m not sure, I don’t even think it’s been an hour.” It was Sapnap’s turn to hum in response to George’s answer, nodding and pulling back slightly to lean part of his head on the soft pillows beneath them. 

“Well, we have all the time in the world to nap now.” Sapnap felt the rougher part of a tiny feather sticking out from one of the pillows graze his ear, shaking his head and moving it back slightly to get away from the light tickly feeling. 

“A Sap-nap. Get it?” George couldn’t stop himself from bursting into chirpy giggles, trying to stay as quiet as possible, turning to bury his face into Sapnap’s shoulder to help him muffle the noises he was trying to keep down. His attempt was ruined when Sapnap aimed a knuckle at his most sensitive rib, rubbing in a few times and giggling to himself when George squealed into his shoulder. 

“Yeheah, I get it, you little idiot,” Sapnap whispered closer to George’s ear, grunting when he felt the feather tickle over his ear again. He sat up onto his elbow, running his hand over the pillowcase to try and find the fuzzy culprit. “Hold on. There’s a stupid little fucking feather or something poking out, it keeps tickling me.” He continued to rub against the pillow with the palm of his hand, gasping when after a few seconds he was able to locate the annoying object. He held it up for George to see, grimacing at the little white feather in between his fingers. 

“That’s the thing that was bothering you? It’s like, not even two inches!” The elder rolled his eyes at Sapnap’s dramatics, chuckling at the pathetic looking thing in his hand. He watched as the younger boy twisted his lips up into a smirk, already sensing where this was going.

“You’d know two inches pretty well, wouldn’t you, Georgie.”

“Hey! What the fuck is that supposed to-”

“Nnnnh….shut up.”

The boy’s immediately pressed their lips into thin lines, turning their attention to the very sleepy looking blonde boy who was angrily looking back at them. He rolled his eyes with a huff, moving to stretch in a similar manner that George had just minutes before. 

“Oh Dream, I’m so sorry, George woke you up!” Sapnap spoke softly even as he threw the older boy under the bus, making George gasp in offense and whip his head towards the younger boy with his jaw dropped.

“I did not! You’re just as guilty! If it wasn’t for you and your stupid feather, this wouldn’t have- AHAHAHA HEY! STOHOHOP!” 

It seemed Dream wasn’t interested in anything George had to say, having taken Sapnap’s side and using the hand he wasn’t lying on to squeeze along the left side of George’s rib cage. The brunette squealed and launched himself into louder cackles as Sapnap joined in, rubbing his knuckle into his worst rib once again and making Dream follow suit on the opposite side. 

“WHY! S-STOHOHOP! PLEHEHEASE, G-GEHEHET OFF!” George twisted his body the best he could, pulling at his arms but whining when both boys sat up slightly, leaning an elbow over each of George’s forearms to make sure he stayed down against the blankets. “THIHIS IS- NAHAHA IT’S SOHOHO MEAN!”

“You woke me up, George. If you ask me, I’d say that’s mean!” Dream countered his complaint, giggling when George’s laughter jumped an octave as Sapnap swiped the white feather over the smaller boy’s tricep. Dream stopped his tickling, his attention now on the tiny object in Sapnap’s hand. “Where on earth did you find that?” 

“From your stupid feather pillows! It kept poking me in my ear so I just….pulled it out.” Sapnap explained sheepishly, giggling when Dream broke out into bright giggles himself. 

“Let me see.” Dream motioned for Sapnap to pass him the feather, his smile growing as George began to screech when Dream dangled it over his open underarm. 

“What’s wrong, it’s like, ‘not even two inches!’” Sapnap mocked the elders previous comment, feigning a horrible British accent to add injury to insult. George squirmed as Dream grabbed his shirt sleeve between his pointer and middle fingers, stretching it down and inching the feather closer to the opening. 

“Nonono! No, plehehease, I didn’t dohoho anything!” 

“You woke him up, darlin’!” Sapnap noted happily, a hint of his southern drawl shining through and giggling when Dream reached over and poked at his cheek in response to the accent. 

“Darlin’.” Dream repeated, mostly to himself, making the other two laugh. The blonde watched as George threw his head back into the pillows with his eyes shut, recognizing this as his chance to pounce. He quickly shot his hand forward, wiggling the soft point of the feather directly into the center of George’s armpit, eyes widening with amusement when George jerked his body towards Sapnap with a cackle. 

“NAHAHAHA no! Nohohoho NOHO! D-Dreheheheam!” George kicked his feet against the bed as he continued his cackles, feeling Dream dragging the feather in circles under his left arm, making a huge spiral and drawing it tighter as he would reach closer to the center again. 

“Wait, there’s no way it’s that bad. Let me try!” George opened his eyes just in time to see the two pass the feather between them, this time jolting towards Dream when Sapnap ran the feather quickly up the side of his neck to make him squeal. 

“Dohohon’t! Stohohop!” The elder cried out as Sapnap traced the feather directly under George’s ear on the side of his neck, grinning as Dream used the hand he wasn’t leaning on to softly grip George’s jaw to hold him in place. 

“Don’t stop? Well, if you insist, baby!” 

Dream let out a tiny wheeze when George shrieked at his statement, trying and failing to shake his head out of his grasp. Sapnap knew how sensitive the spot under George’s ear was and took pity on him, quickly following Dream’s lead and shoving the feather up George’s sleeve and into the hollow of his right armpit. He was much less precise with his movements, wiggling it around over any spot he could to find the best reaction. Sapnap stopped and observed his movements when George screeched, noticing where the feather was tickling. Dream let go of his jaw, allowing the older boy to thrash his head from side to side as he lost himself in his own laughter.

“Oh, this is a good spot, huh, Georgie?” Dream leaned over as Sapnap spoke to watch the feather saw back and forth over the inner side of his underarm, where the muscle was pulled taunt and put on display with the way Sapnap was holding his arm down. 

“Nohoho no! Plehehease not- nohOHHOT THEHERE!” The oldest boy was in near-hysterics at this point, kicking harder against the blankets and making them curl into a messy pile beneath him. 

“Not there? Okay, what about….here?” 

George began howling suddenly when Sapnap turned the feather in his hand and started poking into the skin at the center of his armpit softly with the rougher part of it. Dream placed his hand on George’s chest and gently pressed down, keeping him stuck to the bed rather than keep trying to fling himself forward and side to side to get away from the feather. 

“Wait, I want another try!” Dream whined after a few minutes of watching George laugh himself silly. Sapnap sighed in fake annoyance, handing Dream the feather once more and smirking as he replaced Dream’s hand on George’s chest with his own. 

“Oh my gosh, you’re such a little squirmy thing today, aren’t you?” Sapnap commented with a smirk, pleased with the way George’s blush seemed to deepen at the remark. He turned to bury his head into Sapnap’s shoulder again, groaning and breaking into cackles as Dream slid the feather into his sleeve and traced the rougher stem of the feather in little circles under his arm. 

“Just so giggly, Georgie.” Dream commented quietly, continuing his torment.

“N-Nohoho more, plehehease! Plehehease, softer!” George pouted through his laughter, revealing himself from his hiding place in Sapnap’s shoulder and flashing Dream his teary eyes to show him just how tickled out he was. The blonde immediately complied, caving instantly and switching the feather to the soft part to continue tracing tiny circles along the sides of his armpit. 

“Dream, I think our kitten is a little tired out, don’t you think?” George was surprised to hear the statement from Sapnap but was thankful he did, taking in a much needed breath of air when Dream reluctantly pulled the feather back out of his sleeve and turned to his left to place it on the bed sheets beside him. 

“What happened to you, tough guy? Giving up so soon on torturing our little Gogs, hm?” Dream seemed equally as surprised as George, giggling through his accusation as Sapnap shook his head with a slight blush rising to his cheeks. George continued to laugh his little heart out, turning back towards Sapnap and burying his face into the curly haired boy’s neck to hide and muffle his lingering giggles.

“Come on, Dream, look at him! He’s being so soft and shy, how can you torture him when he’s like this?” Sapnap questioned back, moving his palm from the center of George’s chest and instead wrapping it around the smaller boy’s torso and pulling him closer. 

“Okay, I guess you do have a point there.” Dream lifted up to lean on the palm of his hand, allowing George to move his arm from under him and loop it completely around Sapnap instead. 

The two younger boys laughed at the way George immediately clung to Sapnap, unable to wrap their heads around the fact that George was allowing himself to be so soft with them. Dream wasn’t about to ruin it by commenting on it though and instead slotted himself behind George, wrapping his left arm around the tiny waist in front of him and allowing Sap to adjust his arm to hang over Dream’s shoulder, successfully encasing George in the tightest, most comfiest cuddle hug they could make.

Within seconds the two heard George’s breathing even out, letting them know he had finally fallen asleep. The two whispered back and forth for a minute before deciding to nap as well, both closing their eyes and cuddling in close together. There was a comfortable silence blanketing the room, only to be broken seconds later by Dream. 

“Hey Sap?” He whispered, lifting his head up slightly and opening one eye. He watched the youngest boy scrunch his nose at the disturbance, a slight smile forming anyway before he answered. 

“Yeah?” 

“Don’t think I won’t remember that the feather tickled your ears.” He watched as Sapnap dipped his head down to bury his face in George’s hair, catching a glimpse of the reddening cheeks before he was completely hidden from Dream’s view.

“Try me and I’ll tape it inside your belly button.” 

Dream whined quietly at that, feeling his own face heat up as his attempt to tease Sapnap majorly backfired on him. 

“Whatever!” Dream spat back, closing his eyes and settling back down against the smaller boy in his arms. He pressed his forehead to the nape of George’s neck, smiling through his blush as he fell asleep to the sounds of Sapnap’s raspy giggles, and the thoughts of exactly what he was just threatened with playing out in his mind.

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Twinkle Toes

stumbles in covered in blood……. hi everyone

i first started writing this fic as a joke i’ll be completely honest lmao. i did Not expect to finish it, or for it to be halfway decent, OR to actually post it, OR for people to actually WANT me to post it. but here we are.

jokes aside i actually am really glad you guys are so interested in this fic, i was really worried it wasn’t right to post/no one would wanna read something like this so i appreciate your enthusiasm so so much, thank you guys <333

special thank you to @wishitweresummer for reading this one, i knew right from the start this would be right up summers alley lmao so i’m glad she ended up liking it!! and extra special thanks to @mushiewrites as always for being there through the whole process and even being the one i was joking with when i brought this fic into existence lmao

without further ado, here is the infamous pedicure fic

lee!george, kinda ler!dream???? not really tho it is entirely the nail tech lady doing the tickling lmao, 4k words

enjoy!!

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“I haven’t had a pedicure in so long, I really need to go soon…” Dream spoke quietly, thinking out loud as he skimmed through his busy phone calendar. “It’s been… almost two months, apparently.”

“Does that stuff actually, like… do anything?” George asked curiously, bringing his arm up to rest his head on top of it, leaning back against the couch and curling his legs under the throw blanket draped on his lap.

“A pedicure? I mean, yeah, definitely, it’s just fixing up your nails, really,” Dream explained, also leaning back to stay face to face with George.

“That’s all they do? Just, like, cut your nails for you?” George asked with furrowed eyebrows, still interested in the process even if he was confused about the appeal. He didn’t necessarily understand the point, but he supposed he wasn’t exactly the target demographic. Dream seemed to like it, though, so he still listened anyway.

“No, they do other things too. They, like… soak your feet and put soap and oils and salts and stuff in the water and they, like, clean and exfoliate everything and then massage you and put on lotion. Then they’d usually paint your nails if you want, but I never do that so they just put some clear shit on to finish everything off,” Dream explained, waving his hand around near the end, less sure of the actual nail polishing part than the rest of the process. “I’m sure there's more to it but that’s what I can remember.”

“Oh, that sounds… pleasant,” George replied sarcastically, a grimace on his face at the thought. His toes curled under the blanket, almost able to feel what Dream was describing– a total stranger manhandling his feet and… well, he already forgot half of what Dream said, but his point still stood.

“It is, idiot,” Dream joked, shoving George’s shoulder and making them both chuckle. “But no, it actually is really nice. It’s relaxing, at least I think so, I know some people disagree, but… I dunno, it’s refreshing, I feel like,” Dream continued, and George shook his head fondly at him, the smile on his lips discrediting any amount of disapproval he tried to convey. “You should come get one with me,” He suggested, and George scoffed incredulously.

“Uh, no, definitely not, that sounds like a terrible idea,” George replied, his stomach fluttering at the suggestion. He wasn’t as displeased as he expected to be, he was actually kind of intrigued, but he was definitely not about to admit that.

“Oh, c’mon, it’ll be fun! And it actually is good for you, too, from what I’ve heard,” Dream continued, his face softening as he leaned closer to George, trying to catch his eyes as he bit his lip to hold back a smile. He could tell George wanted to laugh with him, so he leaned into the silliness and reached forward to grab one of George’s legs out from under the blanket. “No, I get it, you’re probably worried about your tiny little doll feet getting hurt.”

“WH– Dream!” George yelped, leaning forward and shoving Dream away from him, but Dream just laughed and cupped his hand around George’s socked foot, squeezing it, his other hand still holding his ankle tightly. George couldn’t help but laugh at his stupidity, his cheeks flushed pink from embarrassment.

“No, it’s okay, really! I’d be scared too if I had to let someone handle something as delicate as these,” Dream replied, shaking George’s foot around in the air and making him laugh even harder, throwing his head back against the couch and groaning in frustration. “I’m shocked you don’t walk with a permanent arch like Barbie.”

“Oh my god, you’re so dumb! Get off me!” George complained as he finally yanked his leg out of Dream’s iron grip, throwing his blanket back over his legs to protect himself and crossing his arms over his chest, slumping back into the cushions and huffing out all the built up energy in his chest, squirming in his seat. Dream gave him a few seconds to breathe, before shuffling closer, sitting cross legged facing him instead.

“It’s alright, I know how you get with this kind of thing, but I’ll be there the whole time to make sure no one does anything that you’re not okay with,” Dream said genuinely, making George smile softly at his words. Dream smiled back, tilting his head and leaning in further to finish his pitch. “Come on. We can go this weekend. My treat, that way if you hate it, you can just forget it ever happened… Deal?”

George looked at him for a few seconds, weighing his options in his head. He could never say no to Dream, especially about something he was determined to get George to do, and he couldn’t deny the curiosity and the butterflies swirling around in his tummy. He rolled his eyes, giving in and telling Dream he would try it, and he supposed it might’ve been worth it to see the victorious look on Dream’s face when he did.

Before he knew it, it was two days later, and they were pulling into the parking lot of a nail salon before he could even process what he’d gotten himself into.

He bit his lip nervously as Dream turned off the car and unbuckled his seat belt, ready to walk in without a second thought. Once he noticed George’s hesitation, he paused, resting a hand on his shoulder.

“You’re sure you’re okay with this?” He asked kindly, voice soft so he wouldn’t add to George’s anxiety. “I was just messing with you the other day, you don’t actually have to do this if you’re not comfortable with it.”

“No, no, I’m alright. I promise,” He assured, and Dream squeezed his shoulder in understanding. “I’m just kinda nervous more than anything, I don't really… know what to expect.”

“Yeah, the first couple times can be scary. But they’ll walk you through everything as they do it.”

“I also hate people touching my feet, Dream. It’s weird– they’re gonna, like, they’re gonna get their stupid glizz on my toes or something and everything’s gonna be wet and cold and they’re gonna touch me– that’s fucking– that’s so weird, Dream, that’s weird,” George rambled, and Dream couldn’t help the laugh he let out at his wording. “What?! I’m serious!”

“No, you are not,” Dream said through his laughter, finally swinging the car door open and getting ready to step out. “Firstly, you’re being so dramatic, and secondly, do not ever say ‘glizz’ in that context ever again in your life.”

“You’re so gross. Get your mind out of the gutter!” He called as Dream closed the door behind him, rolling his eyes and reluctantly forcing himself out of the car too. He followed Dream through the door of the salon, holding it open for both of them to enter with a soft ding of the bell above the door frame.

“Good morning! How are we doing today?” The nail tech greeted warmly from behind the front desk, a slight Southern twang to her voice.

“We’re good! Uh, we’re just here for two pedicures, I called a couple days ago?” Dream explained, smiling kindly at her. “The appointment should be under George,” He finished, flashing George a smile and making him roll his eyes.

“Let’s see here… yep! Gotcha right here, right on time, you can come on back,” She continued, motioning for them to follow her to a private room past the waiting area, holding the door open for them and flicking the lights on.

The walls were painted a light brown color, with white and beige curtains lining the farthest wall covering the windows, but still letting a bit of sunlight in. There were a fair few pieces of furniture; four large leather chairs with empty water basins at the foot of them, two on either side of the room, with a table on either side and a cabinet between each pair, with a small lamp on top. The lamps were turned off, but the room was still illuminated by the warm lighting of the overhead chandelier and a set of string lights by the curtains. Other than that, there were some throw pillows on the chairs, a few shelves on the walls with different nail polish bottles, and a small desk next to the door with a large framed mirror hanging above it.

“Y’all make yourselves at home, get comfortable, I’m gonna get all my stuff together and I’ll be right back.” The nail tech said, and both boys nodded at her.

“Sounds good, thank you!” Dream replied, George tacking on a quiet ‘thank you!’ of his own, and she smiled at them before walking away, closing the door about halfway behind her.

When George turned back around, Dream was already sitting on the edge of one of the chairs, reaching down to unlace his shoes and slipping them both off, clearly familiar with the process. He looked up after a few seconds, smiling knowingly at George and leaning over to pat the other chair.

“C’mon, sit,” Dream spoke softly, coaxing him over and chuckling when George reluctantly did so, sitting on the edge as well, facing Dream.

“You really went all out, didn’t you?” George teased, leaning his shoulder against the back of the chair and tilting his head, earning another laugh from Dream.

“Not really, it wasn’t that big of a deal to ask for a room. Plus, I figured you’d want the privacy. I think it might help you relax more.”

“Yeah, I’ll be soooo relaxed while some random lady touches my feet for an hour,” George replied, clearly bashful, though his tone lacked any bite, and Dream could tell he appreciated the gesture anyway.

“Relax,” Dream said as he reached downwards, gently taking one of George’s ankles in his hand and guiding his leg up to prop his foot up on his knee.

“What are you–“

“Shh,” Dream shushed, glancing up at him just in time to see his flushed cheeks and the dumbfounded expression on his face as he started untying his shoe for him. His touch remained gentle and steady, fingers careful as they pulled at the laces, slipping it off and holding him still as he leaned over to place it on the floor next to his own. George scoffed, his toes instinctively curling at the new level of exposure, but Dream simply continued on. He pushed George’s leg back, letting it drop to the floor, before repeating the process with his other shoe. “Just chill. It’ll be fun, I promise.” Dream let his foot drop back down, breaking into giddy laughter when George just stared at him in confusion.

“Shut up! Why would– You’re such an idiot!” George complained, face flushing, sliding back against the chair and curling his legs up. He yanked his socks off and threw them on top of his shoes before crossing his arms over his chest and pouting, all while Dream laughed at him from a few feet away. He was about to protest some more when the nail tech came back into the room with an arm full of towels and a clear plastic case, closing the door behind her.

“Alright, who’s up first?” She asked, setting her supplies down on the desk. Before George could even think of an answer, Dream had already beat him to it.

“He is.”

“What?!” George asked, whipping his head around to look at Dream. “Why?!”

“Because I said so.”

“This was your idea, though!”

“Exactly, which is why you’re going first,” Dream finalized, turning his attention back to the nail tech with a smug smile on his face. “This is his first time,” He explained as she wheeled the small round chair over from under the desk, setting it in front of George’s chair and sitting down, nodding with a small laugh of her own. George scoffed at the wording, rolling his eyes and rubbing a hand through his hair.

“Ohh, I see, we’re a little nervous?” She asked, looking up at George, who shifted in his seat and looked down at the chair as he replied.

“Yeah, def– definitely a bit nervous,” He said with a laugh. He didn’t feel good about admitting that, but he didn’t want to seem rude by not answering honestly.

“Well, don’t you worry, darlin’, there’s nothing to be afraid of,” She replied as she turned the faucets on the basin connected to George’s chair, letting water flow into it and testing the temperature with the tips of her fingers. “Unless you’re ticklish, then I can’t promise anything,” She finished, and George felt his stomach drop about six stories.

He hadn’t even considered that. How the fuck did he not think of that?

His eyes widened, and he glanced over at Dream, who had a shit-eating grin on his face, laughing at George’s expression. George couldn’t help but laugh too, in awe of the sheer ridiculousness of the situation, dropping his head down to hide in the crook of his elbow and leaning on the arm of the chair. He heard the nail tech chuckle at them as well, picking his head up just in time to watch her sprinkle some salts and pour some soap into the tub, turning the water off shortly after.

“Alright, you ready, baby?” She asked cheerfully, shooting George a kind smile, and he let out a sigh to calm his own nerves.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” He replied, earning another laugh from the other two. The nail tech held out her hands, motioning for George to bring his legs closer, and gently took his ankles in her hands when he pushed them close enough, guiding him towards the basin.

He let out a soft breath when his feet touched the warm water, decently impressed by how perfectly relaxing the temperature was. For the first time that day since the car ride to the salon, he felt the tension ease from his shoulders, and thought the experience might not be as terrible as he anticipated. He leaned his head back against the chair, shifting slightly to get more comfortable as he relaxed more and more, sharing idle small talk with Dream or the nail tech whenever he was prompted.

After a while, he heard the nail tech clear her throat and begin rustling around in her bag of supplies, and he blinked his eyes open, only then realizing he had even closed them. He watched her take a few tools out, things that he couldn’t guess the names of if he tried, only recognizing the nail file and clippers out of the handful she had, and he furrowed his eyebrows as she turned her attention back to him.

“Don’t worry,” She began, reaching forward to pull his left foot out of the water, propping his heel up on the edge of the basin. “I’ll be gentle,” She assured, and George let out a shaky breath, mentally preparing himself for the worst. He glanced over at Dream, who simply smiled at him, turning towards George’s chair to keep an eye on the situation.

Then, she got to work. She began with clipping and filing his nails, then pushing back and trimming his cuticles, occasionally dipping his foot back into the water to refresh his skin for the next step.

Thankfully, that part wasn’t nearly as bad as George anticipated. There were some hiccups– for example, when he squirmed and giggled each time her nails grazed the below his toes when she switched between nails, or how he jumped and squealed when she slid over the side of his foot. Or, of course, when he yanked his foot out of her grip when she scratched down his sole in a way that definitely felt intentional even though she swore it was an accident, and he giggled so much he needed to hide his face and had to be coaxed back into position by both her and Dream. That didn’t exactly help with his embarrassment.

Despite how flustered and nervous George already was, and how much his cheeks burned at the thought of it getting any worse, he managed to tough it out when she repeated the process with his other foot, finishing off with some weird citrusy cuticle oil that he didn’t understand but had to admit smelled really, really good when she reached forward to let him smell it.

She gave him a few moments to calm himself down, which he was very grateful for, but his time was cut short when he finally felt like the warmth of his cheeks was under control.

“Okay, darlin’,” She began, looking up at George with a sweet, sympathetic look in her eyes, holding something in her hand that he couldn’t entirely see. “You’re about to really not like me anymore.”

“Why, what is it?” He asked nervously, curling his toes and pulling his feet up onto the back of the water basin, away from the nail tech. She chuckled at him, reaching forward to grab his ankles again, and he let out a giggle against his own will before she even did anything. She pulled his right foot forward, letting his left stay free to move, and then dipped whatever was in her hand into the soapy water. As she did so, George finally caught a glimpse of what it was.

A scrubbing brush.

Why the hell did he agree to this?

“Oh God,” He groaned, attempting to pull his leg back, but her grip on his ankle remained just as strong as her knowing smirk, which only made the pit in his stomach grow wider. He held onto the arms of the chair, digging his fingers into the plush leather material, biting his lip and still curling his toes anxiously. His left foot came back to rest on the edge of the basin, his leg swaying side to side, until Dream rested his palm on his knee to stop the movement, and George whipped his head around to glare at him. “You’re not helping.”

“I’m not trying to,” Dream replied, and George would’ve had a snarky rebuttal ready, but he suddenly felt the bristles of the brush swipe over his sole once, and his attention was immediately focused on that instead.

“Oh–“ George choked out with a gasp, clamping his lips together and squeezing his eyes shut. The brush swiped over his foot again, then again, and again, until she was properly scrubbing it clean, the soap and water only aiding the brush in sliding over his smooth skin.

George thought he was going to implode, and the look on his face sure didn’t help to hide that.

“If you need to laugh you can laugh, sweet pea,” The nail tech said kindly, drawing a muffled giggle from George as he shook his head, curling to the side and dropping his head down to hide in the crook of his elbow, resting his arm against the chair. “Aww, look, I almost gotcha!”

“Ohohoh–“ George fought, curling up even further, contorting himself to hide as much as possible as his laughter started flowing freely, unable to keep it in any longer. Right as he did so, the brush moved back down to his heel, making him try to yank his foot back again as more raspy laughter fought its way out of him. “WHA– hahaha–!”

“There you go! I knew those giggles were in there somewhere!” She praised, letting the brush glide up to his toes, tightening her grip as she attacked the underside of them and making his entire body tense up.

“Oh myhyhy Gohohohod!” He laughed helplessly, foot flinching in her grasp as he squirmed in his seat. His left leg bounced against the edge of his chair, trying to expel any energy he possibly could, still death gripping the arm of the chair with the hand he wasn’t currently shielding his blushing face with. “Whahaha–“

“Is he always this jumpy?” She asked, directing her question to Dream, laughing along with George when he shook his head at the question.

“Oh, always,” Dream confirmed, chuckling as well.

“Fuhuhu– mmm– hmhmhm–“ George hummed against his hiding place, taking in some much needed air as the nail tech pulled the brush away and gently placed his foot back in the basin of water, still just as warm and comforting as when they first started, which made him realize that what had felt like the eternity he’d been trapped with two demons set to destroy him hadn’t really been that long at all.

“He wants to curse you out so bad right now,” Dream teased, breaking into laughter when George reached out to blindly hit him, eventually finding his leg and slapping him with so little force it was almost pitiful. Dream reached forward, letting his hand drop to the back of George’s head, scratching at his hair and cupping the back of his neck soothingly.

“Aww, that’s okay. I’m tough, I can take it,” She reassured, grabbing his left foot and pulling it towards her, making George gasp and shoot his head up to look at her. “Besides, you’re gonna need to when I do this.”

“Nonono– NOHO, SHIHIHIT!” George squealed, flinching and falling back into helpless laughter as she repeated the harrowing process on his other foot. He hid back in his arm, any attempt at concealing his laughter out the window, squirming and complaining when the other two threw coos and teases his way.

Eventually, she seemed to finish that step, as she put his foot down and discarded the brush, letting him breathe once again. He picked his head up a few moments later, in time to watch her drain the water from the basin and grab a towel, taking each foot and drying him off gently.

“Is it over now?” He practically whined, playing up his dramatics slightly, trying to gain some semblance of control back. She chuckled at that, reaching over to her supplies and pulling a small bottle of lotion out.

“Almost, baby, almost. The hardest part is over,” She reassured, and George would be lying if he said it didn’t help to calm him down. She popped open the top of the lotion bottle, dispensing a small amount into her hands and rubbing it between her palms, before taking one of George’s legs again and gently massaging his foot, as well as up and down his calf.

The rest of the experience went pretty smoothly, apart from some rogue giggles and flinching during the massage portion, his skin extra sensitive and smooth from the lotion and previous steps of the pedicure. The final step came along in no time, and she ended George’s first pedicure experience with a clear coat of polish to finish everything off.

After that, the nail tech had let Dream know it was his turn whenever he was ready. As she filled the basin in front of him with water, he already seemed to know the process quite well, and went along without a second thought. George curled up in his chair, admittedly very cozy and content to watch Dream have a turn after everything was done on his side, though he grew less and less entertained and more and more embarrassed when Dream barely had any adverse reactions to the process at all.

He made it through the nail filing and cuticle trimming without so much as a chuckle, he continued chatting with the nail tech through it. When it came to the brush, he got a little giggly, but nowhere near the level George was, he even remained completely still the entire time. Even with the massage, the same thing, next to no reaction apart from a few giggles and flinches here and there.

George was furious. And it didn’t help that Dream kept teasing him about it– about how much of a big, dramatic baby he was about the whole thing, even though George knows that’s not true.

But whatever. Who cares. They were finished, they had said their goodbyes, gone up and paid, left a generous tip for, direct quote from Dream, everything she had to deal with with George, which George found very rude. George would never have to worry about getting a pedicure ever, ever again.

Well… until they got back to the car.

“So… should I schedule again for next month?”

And who is George to say no to that?

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hiiii :D

what about 13 ("youre usually so tough...") and 29 ("someone told me your little secret...") with lee!sap and ler!dream?? that sounds pretty solid to me :)

- cal <3

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hehehehe hi angel! i finished this so quick and ur at work so u dont even get to read this before it's posted >:D

prompt 13 - "You're usually so tough..." / prompt 29 - "Someone told me your little secret..."

“A little birdy told me something interesting today.” Sapnap turned his chair around from his computer, seeing Dream leaning against the doorframe to his room with a hand holding the top of it. He reached his other hand up and leaned his body forward, stretching and letting out a deep sigh when he lowered his arms. 

“What?” The younger boy questioned, watching as Dream made his way into his room, striding over to where he sat and stood in front of him. Their knees bumped against each other as the blonde rocked back and forth on his heels, a huge smile plastered on his face.

“Someone told me your little secret…” Dream leaned down towards Sapnap’s ear, speaking quietly as if someone might hear them. He furrowed his eyebrows, leaning back to look up at Dream as he racked his brain for what his friend could possibly mean. 

“My secret…?” Sapnap glanced around his room, not because he was looking for anything hidden, but trying to figure out if he had shared anything with anyone recently. He was drawing a blank and eventually looked back up at Dream with a shrug of his shoulders. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“I could always show you?” Dream offered, hands now clasped in front of his waist as he tried to sound as sweet as possible. Sapnap was skeptical, figuring this would possibly end up as a trap, but was too curious to talk himself out of agreeing. So, he gave the older boy a half shrug and a nod, a little “mhm” as a response for consent.  

“Okay. Just close your eyes.” 

“What? Dream, no. What is this?” Sapnap immediately was defensive, pushing his chair back to stand up, but being pushed down again by a strong grip on his shoulder. Dream moved his hand from Sapnap’s shoulder and instead grabbed the arms of the chair, gliding it on its wheels as he pulled it backwards towards the smaller boy’s bed. “Whahat are you doing?!” 

“Sorry, I figured this would be easier this way.” Dream shrugged as he finally came to a stop, sitting on the edge of Sapnap’s bed and pulling the chair as close to him as possible. The blonde moved his legs on either side of the chair, Sapnap’s legs fitting between his own as he closed them, wrapping his shins around the brunette’s to prevent him from pushing himself back.

“What are you-”

“Just trust me! Close your eyes and I’ll show you! I promise I’m not gonna do anything to hurt you, Sap.” 

“Ugh. Fine. But if you do hurt me, on purpose or not, I’m kicking your ass.” Dream barked out a laugh at the threat, nodding his head to let Sapnap know he understood. The younger boy let out a shaky sigh, clearly nervous as his legs began to bounce quickly and his fingers began to fidget with each other. 

“Okay. I’m gonna show you now, okay?

“Uh huh…”

Dream smiled, leaning forward slightly and using two fingers to gently but quickly glide up the underneath of Sapnap’s chin, causing him to let out a gasp, followed by a giggly whine as his eyes flew open. His face was bright red already, clearly embarrassed with the knowledge of the secret that had been shared. Under Sapnap’s chin was certainly a sensitive area, but when done right, could leave the boy in a melty, giggly state of mind.

“Nohoho! D-Dreheam, thihis-”

“What? This is what? Tell me, baby boy.” Dream demanded lightly, smiling when Sapnap let out another whine, bringing his hands down to his thighs to grip onto the fabric of his shorts, not knowing what to do with them besides open and close his fists through his giggles.

“Nohot fair!” 

“I think it’s perfectly fair. It’s just a melty spot! You love this, don’t you, Sapnap?” Dream brought his other hand up to join the fingers already in motion, leaning the heels of his hands on either side of Sapnap’s jaw before using all of his fingers to gently skitter up and down the underside of his chin. 

Sapnap couldn’t stop himself from nodding at the question, breaking out into helpless laughter, although still light and airy, as he completely melted into Dream’s hands. The blonde could feel how much the squirmy boy was leaning into the tickles, clearly loving the treatment he was receiving. 

“This really is a melty spot for you, isn’t it? I can’t believe this! You’re usually so tough…” Dream smirked at the slight jab to Sapnap, spidering his fingers a little quicker with slightly more pressure.

“Dreheheam!” Sapnap giggled out his name once more, making the elder giggle along with him. The blush on the brunette’s cheeks had spread onto his nose, which was scrunched from the continuous laughter that was pouring out of him. 

As much as Dream would’ve loved to continue tickling Sapnap like this until the end of time, he knew how much this flustered him. The blonde decided to spare him the embarrassment, especially of the snorts that he was advised would come after a few minutes of this.

Dream slowly moved his hands out from under Sapnap’s chin, smiling fondly at the final giggles that were still making their way out into the open air. The younger boy brought his hands up to the buzzing spot, rubbing with both of his palms to help ease the tingles that were still somehow populating under his skin, keeping him giggly and smiling. 

“Who…who told you?” Sapnap asked bashfully, moving his hands from under his chin to rub them on either side of his face, along the soft skin of his cheeks and down to the thick hair of his beard covering his jaw. 

“Karl.” Dream giggled simply, laughing harder when Sapnap let out an animalistic growl in response. 

“I’m gonna wreck his shit the next time I see him, I swear to God. That little….that little….” 

“Little….?”

“Hold on! I’m trying to think of an insult that isn’t actually mean..” 

“Oh my God, you’re ridiculous. Just say you’re in love and get married already.” 

Sapnap laughed along with Dream this time, always finding the shipping jokes hilarious. But even though he was laughing, Sapnap wouldn’t forget the betrayal from Karl. He smirked and chuckled to himself as he hatched a plan in his mind, immediately putting it into motion.

“So Dream, you wanna hear some secrets about Karl?”

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👾 we yearn for the pedicure fic 👾

Any updates on the pedicure fic 🩷?

the people yearn for the pedicure fic. who am i to deny you.

i’ll post it tonight 🙄